Decisions.

As a child, there were two meals that my mom made that I abhorred*.

If I came home from school and saw that the big plug-in frying pan was on the counter, I knew supper was going to be difficult: it meant that the menu for that  evening was a Dutch specialty called stamppot, a less-than-visually-appealing fried mixture of onions, carrots and potatoes. To this day, I avoid cooked carrots.

The other meal was nasi goreng. This also has its roots in Dutch culture, albeit derived from the Dutch East Indies. It is a spicy re-fried rice, usually served alongside a fried egg. While difficult to swallow (pun intended), this meal was slightly preferable to the first; at least the egg was tolerable.

So I met with Dr. Lymphocele surgeon again yesterday afternoon. I was called in to go over the results of the recent CT scan. After viewing the scan with the surgeon, I can easily sum up the first half of the meeting: the lymphocele is big. It's damn big.

(I have to admit that I am partially impressed that my body would grow such a substantial lymphocele. If this lumpy weren’t such a problem, I would be rather proud).

The second half of the meeting was more surprising. I am not sure what occurred behind the medical scenes since the last time I met with Dr. Surgeon, but now he seems more favourable towards surgery to, in his words “take the top off this lymphocele”.

Here are my options: I have an appointment for having the lymphocele drainage tube placed; it is set for next Friday. The tube would be in for approximately two weeks, and slowly drain the lymphatic fluid. This procedure, while not overly invasive, has a mere thirty percent success rate.

Or, the other option: a laparoscopic cutting of the lymphocele into two halves, a more invasive procedure, but having a ninety-five percent success rate. I do not, however, have an appointment date for this surgery, and the wait time to get a OR room can be lengthy. This procedure might not occur until close to Christmas. That's a lot more time to be wearing the sexy beige stocking.

Both options have benefits and detriments. It is my choice, but I can’t help but feel like I am being asked to decide between that frying pan stamppot and the rice-on-a-plate nasi goreng. 

 

*with all due respect to my mother, I have to add that she made (and makes) a great roast beef.